Therapy Bits

Each day begins in shades of gray,
The sun comes up, then fades away.
I move, I speak, I wear a face—
But inside me, there’s empty space.

The mirror shows a ghost, not me,
A shadow hunched in misery.
Behind the smile, behind the jest,
A war is waged without a rest.

What is reality? I ask,
Behind this fragile daily mask.
Is it the pain that coils inside,
Or all the times I’ve tried to hide?

The world goes on in vibrant hue,
But mine is painted cold and blue.
They laugh and dance, they dream and sing—
I barely feel a single thing.

I long to scream, to break the night,
To claw my way toward some small light.
But silence wraps me like a shroud,
And every heartbeat feels too loud.

Still, here I am. I breathe. I stay.
I face the numbness, come what may.
Some days I win. Some days I fall.
But living means enduring all.

So if you see me, don’t look through.
This hollow frame is fighting too.
Though you can’t see the scars I bear,
Please know: I’m here. I’m still. I care.

reality – The Daily Spur